or, maybe, i will watch the young blushing nun occupying this room (image from marie claire maison). she brushes her brown hair and writes her mother a short letter. she sleeps here every night until a midnight in june when she runs away through the fields of grapes and wildflowers to the open arms of her forbidden future lover.

then i close my book (which is apparently the mundane tale of a student who fixes up old homes and furniture or a cheesy romance novel), admire ana's collage one more time, walk out of nadja's room and back into my living room where i sit and type on my computer.

ken hamel of the denver arts blog took this great photo of the SCARY mustang sculpture that was recently installed at the denver international airport. luis jimenez, the artist who created the 32-foot tall scuplture, was killed in 2006 when a piece of the horse fell on him.

you may be familiar with jimiez's daughter, elisa, who was on the current season of project runway. other contestants on the show expressed thoughts that elisa might be from another planet and i wonder if it might be the same one as this mustang. doesn't it look like lasers will being to shoot from his eyes at any moment?

my favorite valentine came from isaiah, a 7 year-old boy who participated in an afterschool program i helped run while in college. despite the discouragement of his giggling friends, he ran up and handed me a crude heart cut out of construction paper. quilted hearts are lovely, but nothing beats the innocence of a construction paper heart.

thank you megan whitmarsh. if it wasn't for your art i might not know the definition of a yeti (an abominable snowman). and if i didn't know what a yeti was, i might not have won scrabble on sunday. and while winning isn't everything, it sure does feel good.